Title: Sark Attack |
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Francie is dead to the world, a light snore escaping her lips. Will thinks it’s cute and smiles. He silently creeps out of the room, the floor cold on his bare feet. It’s only ten o’clock, but he and Francie fell asleep after another incredible session of lovemaking. The phone rings, and Will dives to answer it, not wanting it to wake Francie. “Hello?” he says quietly. “Hey Will, it’s Weiss. I’m looking for Vaughn, is he there?” “No,” Will says. “They’re spending the night at his apartment. Did you try there?” “Yeah, but there’s no answer, and neither of them are answering their cells. I guess they’re ‘busy’.” “Yeah, I guess,” Will says, not really wanting to think about it. “Okay, well listen, can you get either of them to call me if you hear from them? It’s important.” “Yeah, you got it, man.” “Thanks.” Will pushes the talk button and returns the phone to the charger. He wonders what’s going on, but then pushes the thought aside. Chances are he’ll never know, and there’s no use wasting time wondering about it. He looks at the counter and sees the food he and Francie left out earlier. A bottle of red wine sits beside a crusty loaf of French bread and some brie. Will picks up the bread knife and starts sawing through the loaf. He hears the door open and looks up, expecting to see Sydney. Maybe she decided to come home after all. “Hello Mr. Tippin.” ~~ Sark looks at Will Tippin, a look of shock and fear crossing his features. It gives Sark pleasure and he smirks a little. This must set something off in Tippin because his face hardens and his grip on the bread knife in his hand tightens. Ah, so he’s going to fight, Sark thinks. He’s grown testicles since the last time I saw him. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Will spits. “I have some business here,” Sark answers, taking off his black leather jacket to reveal a tight black t-shirt. He watches Tippin come around the counter. “What business?” Tippin asks, teeth clenched. “Business that’s no business of yours,” Sark says, taking a swing at Tippin. Surprisingly, he ducks and Sark misses. “Been practicing?” Sark asks. “Yeah,” Tippin says, swinging his bread knife in Sark’s direction. Sark easily moves out of the way and swiftly kicks the knife out of Tippin’s hand. A look of panic crosses his face, having lost his ‘upper edge’. Too easy, Sark thinks as he gives Tippin a quick punch to the face, knocking him to the ground and unconscious. “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” a smoldering voice says from behind him. He turns around to see a vision in black satin and lace. “Anna,” he breathes, walking toward her. ~~ Sark advances toward her and kisses her ferociously. “I’ve missed you,” he groans into her neck. “I don’t know how you can even be attracted to me with this hideous body,” she complains. “You look beautiful,” he says, attacking her earlobe. She pushes him back and gives him an icy stare. “Not as beautiful as before, of course, but I know it’s you. Now to bed with you.” Anna smiles and turns around, leading him into the bedroom. He tries to pull her toward the bed, but she coyly pulls away. “Anna, it’s been so long, don’t be a tease!” “I’m just putting on some music,” she says, walking toward the stereo. She slides a CD into the deck and a pulsing beat starts reverberating through the room. Sark smiles approvingly. “Is this from Francie’s collection, or did you bring it with you?” he asks. “She had it. I guess ‘Superfriend’ had a dark side,” she says, advancing toward him. You let me violate you Anna pushes him back on the bed and straddles him. She pushes his t-shirt up and over his head, raking her nails up his chest and leaving deep scratches behind. Help me She undoes his jeans and slides them and his boxer-briefs down to his knees, not bothering to go any further. I wanna fuck you like an animal Sark reaches up and undoes the snaps at Anna’s crotch, exposing her to him. He begins to use his fingers to massage her centre, but she pushes his hand away. She’s ready, and she thrusts herself down on him. Sark moans and she smiles. You can have my isolation Anna sets a slow pace at first, and smiles when she sees that it’s frustrating Sark. “Do you have any instructions for me?” she asks, knowing that he hates it when she talks work during sex. “I’ll tell you later,” he says gritting his teeth. “Now just fuck me!” Help me Anna picks up the pace, digging her nails into Sark’s shoulder and taking pleasure in his grimace of pain and ecstasy. I wanna fuck you like an animal Anna feels herself peaking, and leans back to get the full advantage of his penis rubbing up against her g-spot. She moans and lets herself fall over the edge. She hears Sark tumbling quickly after her. She lifts herself off of him and lies down beside him. All through every forest Anna traces her finger down Sark’s chest and stops at the tattoo on his lower abdomen. The sign of Rambaldi. “That was quick and to the point,” Sark rasps. “Well, we don’t have much time. He’s going to wake up soon and you’d better be gone.” “What will you tell him?” “That you were looking for Sydney and that you left me alone. I’ll ask him why you were looking for her and he’ll give me a pitiful excuse which I’ll accept, and then I’ll ravage him for trying to be my protector,” she says slyly. “If I actually thought that you were fucking him, I just might be jealous.” Anna gets up off the bed and redoes her snaps. “You’d better go,” she says. “Alright,” he says, sitting up, “but I just have to do a few push-ups before I go.” Still naked, he drops to the floor and begins. “That’s a really strange habit you have, you know?” she asks, but really she doesn’t mind. She watches as his body ripples with the strain of the push-ups. She hears Will stirring in the other room. “Go,” she says, nudging Sark with her toe. “Alright,” he says, getting up and quickly dressing. “I’ll call you with instructions.” He kisses her and presses her against the wall. “Goodbye, Sark,” she says, her tough façade hiding the fact that she wishes he didn’t have to go. “Goodbye my love,” he says, and disappears out her bedroom window. She sighs and heads toward the door, knowing that she has to tend to Will.
END The song is “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails
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